Whimsy

Discretion is the tool of the truly urbane man and when you are involved in manipulating those about you it is as invaluable as owning several banks, I of course am privy to both. Today was a day where I had managed to achieve all my goals without even the effort of lifting an eyebrow. I had given Caspar instructions to plan the event that Ladonna would no doubt shout his way for despite being impossibly attractive to both sexes, despite having the morals of a whore, Caspar is indeed the best event designer around. My Aunt took the idea and ran with it, like a bull in the china shop, she immediately demands that he do her function and I left her bellowing to him on her phone. In the meantime I wandered down the local café in the hope of a minxie encounter and I was not to be disappointed.

I entered the café to notice my precious was struggling with an electronic organizer, in fact she was so puzzled by its operation I half expected her to shake it and hold it to her ear to see if it ticked. The universe is in such harmony with my desires that it granted me this very opening as I owned such a device and could provide help without alarming my cherished love. I went over quietly, sat down before she could register or object to my presence and then programmed her wretched diary, to include all important numbers including my own. I warned her against leaving her work unattended on the table and left without a backward glance. I could see her gratitude fighting her dread and I knew that despite whatever plans my darling minxie had, the door was open and my foot was firmly in that space.

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